Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect. Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman. Affect: I am now bonded to her. But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted. Cause: My attack triggered her curse. Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.

She saw as he approached her only to pass her as he shuts the curtains, "Go to bed, I will be there momentarily." He said as he began to plunge the room into darkness . She had no choice she must, even if it will be against her will, he was her husband and it was his right. She walked to bed and frowned as she laid down closing her eyes, but as she heard nothing, she opened her eyes to see the room in darkness, hearing footsteps approaching the bed. The bed dipped under the new weight, he did nothing as she heard two thuds hit the floor. "Spread your legs." He said pulling the sheets from her not too gently as she had held them rather tightly as if they were the only thing that could stop him. She gasped when she had not complied to his request. She felt his hands ran up her bare legs lightly running his warm fingers up her legs pushing the fabric up to her waist. Rose felt her face heat with embarrassment as she tried to push back down her gown, but his hand stopped her attempts as he placed them on her side. Rose felt tears gathered in her eyes as he gently but firmly pushed her legs apart as he settled between her. Rose gasped as she felt something brush against her womanhood. She held her breath as her heart felt as if it had fallen to the pit of her stomach as fresh tear streaked down to the corner of her eyes as she held her breath shutting her eyes tightly awaiting the pain as she clenched the sheets into her fists. "Forgive me," he said as she felt him at her entrance. "ROSE!" Ranking HOT #1 12/11/2018 Ranking #1 - spinster 08/12/2019 Ranking Duchess HOT#8 05/07/2022

Rose Kidman is what people refer to as nice, naive, too kind, too trusting and basically a doormat, but she finds nothing wrong with that. Of course it doesn't help to have people constantly telling her that she's going to end up in trouble because of these traits, but she still chooses to be who she is. After doing something even she knows was a colossal mistake, she decides that perhaps it's time to leave behind her life in Denver. An opportunity meets her on a flight and before she knows it, she's established a life in San Francisco. She loves teaching children, but she never saw home school teaching as an option, until she meets Grace Black. The little girl is shunned from society because of the supposed sins of her father, something that strikes a chord with Rose. It doesn't take her long to form a connection with the little girl, and she makes a promise that she won't do any research on her father, Olivier Black. Despite the warnings against associating with Grace, Rose gets even closer to the girl. Until she meets Olivier. The man is obsessed with giving her black roses, and as much as she tries to deny it, there's something about him that rattles her very existence. She chooses to trust what she is told only by him and follows her heart. Soon she finds herself in a whirlwind of a life she never dreamed to live. But, has her trust gone too far this time? Can she live with everything she ends up finding out?

What if the Moon Goddess made a mistake? "At that very moment, Alpha Night felt something he had never felt before. A dark, animalistic instinct washed over him causing his eyes to flash red and a growl to sound from the depths of his chest. He felt his claws extending and his canines lengthening as if he were about to shift. Mine." Alpha Alaricus Night was, by any definition, king of the earth. The most powerful and deadly werewolf to have ever lived, Alaricus has been Alpha King since year 1066. And in all 949 of those years he has never loved a single soul. Warning: DARK STORY. If you're uncomfortable with darker themes, this may not be the story for you. [Highest ranked: #6 in Werewolf]

Hell. That's what Serenity Harper's life has been like for ten years after her family's death. Misery was all she knew especially when her mate abused and raped her. Then came the mysterious Xander who had been a bright spot in the darkness that was her life. But after a betrayal she didn't see coming, her heart was shattered and this time it was left unfixed. And that was how Alpha Archer found her: broken and desperate for an escape from the pain, but little did Serenity know was that there was something so much bigger going on. An ancient legend has transformed her from her weak frail self to a beautiful evil killer. Trapping her heart in a stone cage, Serenity felt no more. No more pain. No more loneliness. No more misery. Only cold frigidness where her heart once was. But when she is brought to place of her painful past after 3 years will the beautiful killer's stone heart finally beat again? Or will she take out her revenge on the people who had hurt her? But one thing no one knew: the legend isn't done with her just yet... **The Sequel to Abused By One Alpha Mate, Lied To By Another Alpha Mate**

[ARCHIVED 2018] "Why are you so obsessed with me?" I asked his dark silhouette. My bottom lip quivered as he turned around to face me. The hair on the back of my neck rised in anticipation as he scanned me. He took a few steps closer. I shivered as his fingers touched my collarbone. I let out an uneven breath as his fingers began to trail down up my neck. "You're the woman that was made for me, you belong to me." He paused and wrapped his hand in cup motion behind my neck hoisting me towards him. "You're mine." I darted my eyes up to his and I closed my eyes. "Then why are you doing this to me?" I asked in exhaustion. I felt his hand grip my forearm tightly and I let out a choked up gasp. "P-Please..." I whimpered. "You wouldn't love me otherwise." He paused. "You're too good for me and I can't lose you." His hands gripped at my waist bringing him closer to me. "I need to make sure I know what you do.." He began. "Where you do it, how you do it-every little thing you do I need to know." He ended at a stern note. "You're mine...you're my obsession." He whispered pushing me back to fall onto the floor. "Learn that and I won't have to teach you."